Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The other dishes will be served after the two main dishes, stewed lamb and roast chicken, are ready.

Around six o'clock, the main dishes and side dishes were served together with the two main courses.

The main dishes were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside flatbread and lamb pilaf with carrots and onions. There were several side dishes: marinated anchovies, dry-fried shrimp, and roasted tomatoes. The main dish, stewed lamb, was a vibrant yellow with a spiced aroma, reminiscent of Indian cuisine—it's hard to say who copied whom. The other dish, roasted chicken, was quite normal—crispy and juicy—but the dipping sauce was a bit unusual: a mixture of yogurt, mayonnaise, and honey with added chili powder.

It sounds awful, but it tastes alright, sweet and sour with a hint of spice.

Ronan and Lavana were having dinner.

Lu Jianling and his two companions, as well as Falek and his two companions, were also eating.

Lu Jianling and her two companions went to the banquet dressed in their finest attire. Their persona was that of wealthy immigrants from Seris, and their recent purchases of expensive jewelry only confirmed this persona.

There were many immigrants from the Persian Republic, but very few came from Seris. The people here were very curious about Seris, one of the two great powers of the world, and took the initiative to make contact with it. So, some people invited them to attend the banquet.

Engaging with the upper class of a country is one way to understand it.

On the other side, Falek and her friends didn't have a lavish dinner; they just had a casual meal. All three of them were in the technology district of the new city, applying for jobs during the day. Their skills were undeniable, and with the fake diplomas and resumes they'd obtained in Seris, they naturally went very smoothly.

The most direct way to understand a country's technological strength is, of course, to participate in work in the relevant fields.

At night, only Ronan and Lavana were at home.

Shortly after entering the room, the two embraced, kissed, and caressed each other for a while.

After a quick wash, Lavana changed into shiny, open-crotch black stockings, and the two went to bed.

Lavana skillfully unbuckled Ronan's belt, pulled down his pants, then turned him over, her muscular, broad, and massive buttocks facing Ronan's face. She assumed a 69 position, opened her mouth, and took the still limp, fleshy worm into her mouth, beginning to perform oral sex.

The wall lamp above the bed illuminated Lavana's groin. The groin, covered by thin black stockings, shone with an oily sheen, appearing larger than usual. The glossy black stockings accentuated the shine of her legs under the light, and a bright line stretched from her thighs to her ankles, making her look sexy and alluring.

Ronan pried open the hairy vulva with both hands and stuck out his tongue to lick and grind it.

Occasionally, Ronan would flick his tongue towards the cleft of her buttocks, causing Lavana's little anus inside her black stockings to contract, and then she would suck and spit even more vigorously.

After a while, Ronan's penis was incredibly hard. He raised his hand and patted Lavana's silky buttocks. "Get up, sit with your back to me and move by yourself."

Lavana spat out the penis, obediently stood up, slowly squatted down, then grasped Ronan's penis, aimed it at her vagina, sat down with a thud, and began to twist her waist and sway her hips.

"Oh~~" Lavana let out a long, soft moan.

After being awakened by Ronan, she was at the height of her lust, and within a week, she felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction as soon as she was penetrated.

From Ronan's perspective, lying down, he could perfectly capture the entire view of the magnificent, muscular buttocks covered in glossy black stockings, with its well-developed muscles. He watched as the buttocks swayed left and right, up and down, as the fleshy hole swallowed his penis again and again.

The visual enjoyment is simply amazing.

Lavana, who had been supporting herself on the bed with both hands, soon couldn't help but grab and rub her large breasts, occasionally flicking her erect nipples with her fingers.

Not long after, Lavana slowed down and turned to look at Ronan with expectant eyes.

She didn't want to move on her own anymore; she wanted Ronan to hold her down and thrust into her, to let his huge penis scrape against every fold of her vaginal walls, to have Ronan constantly pound her buttocks from behind, to make her firm, taut muscles relax and become soft and bouncy. "You want it, so you just do it?" Ronan asked bluntly, then commanded, "Kneel down and wait until I'm done fucking your mouth before you talk."

Lavana immediately knelt on the bed, raised her head, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.

Ronan squatted down in a horse stance, grabbed Lavana's head with both hands, and began to penetrate her mouth, causing Lavana to drool profusely.

Only after he was satisfied did Ronan let her lie down with her back to him.

Chapter 1153 System, Hereditary? Flesh-colored silk stockings

The next day, Monday, the daytime routine was the same as usual, Ronan and Lavana went to the library together.

From evening onwards, Ronan belonged to Lu Jianling.

Ronan and Lu Jianling were eating at a small restaurant in a somewhat secluded location.

This small restaurant has a flat roof, two floors, a square shape, arched doorways, and yellowish-gray exterior walls, typical of Middle Eastern-style residential buildings.

Indeed, the small restaurant was converted from a residential house.

Starting at 8 PM, this place officially transforms into a tavern.

This place is mainly inhabited by Persians, and even in the past it was the least Muslim place within the Islamic community. Now that Islam has disappeared, the tavern has naturally opened openly.

The two sat on rocking chairs on the rooftop, drinking.

"The snacks here are quite good. It's impressive that you even knew about this place," Ronan said, holding his wine glass in one hand, slightly surprised.

Although Lu Jianling hasn't been in contact with the true upper class these past few days, they are still people with some wealth. The nouveau riche and the upper-middle class pay more attention to so-called style and class than the real upper class. Even if they know there is such a store, or have even been there before, they won't tell Lu Jianling, a foreigner.

Lu Jianling picked up a piece of cold chicken salad with a small toothpick. "A painter told me that."

Ronan took a sip of his drink, showing some interest. "Oh, that's quite interesting."

"Actually, it was quite boring. At first, he talked about paintings, and I thought he wanted to promote her paintings. But then he changed the subject and started talking about foreign immigrants, and then he brought up the election. It turned out he was there to raise money for the regional election candidate he supported." Lu Jianling said while chewing chicken in a very unladylike manner.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable."

The Persian Republic was called a republic, but it didn't really have the feel of a republic.

This is a theocratic state, and the Church of Light is the only legitimate ruling party.

However, apart from the two supreme leaders, the nominal religious leader of the Church of Light is not the head of state, so it is not entirely a theocratic state.

In Persia, officials had to be priests, not believers.

The difference lies in the fact that Islamic law can punish clergy; excommunication is equivalent to dismissal from office. Believers, however, are not bound by Islamic law and are only required to abide by secular laws.

The principle of punishing clergy under Islamic law also applies to heads of state, since they are also clergy.

It could even be said that this system was designed to expand the scope of error correction to include heads of state.

However, neither the chief academician nor his subordinate academic corps, nor the religious and military police under the academic corps, have any direct power to interfere with the state, government, or laws.

They can only appoint people, and that person is limited to priests.

To say that the church cannot influence politics is naive and laughable, because people are politics.

"As for the election, it's somewhat similar to the one you had in France back then, but it's also different."

Lu Jianling said.

The administrative divisions of the Persian Republic were provinces, cities, districts, and then villages. Each province, city, and district had a parliament, but there was no national assembly.

The core issue is that a parliament, which possesses legislative power and a certain degree of oversight and criticism power, is completely unable to influence the central government; its influence is limited to the local level.

This is the place that Lu Jianling mentioned, which is very similar to the Kingdom of Fas during the ancient dynasty.

The central government of the Persian Republic remained autocratic, though it was euphemistically called a democratic system guided by the liberators of the Church of Light.

However, there are still countless people who want to become members of parliament. On the one hand, members of parliament do not have to be priests, and they do not even have to be believers in the Church of Light.

On the other hand, individual councilors also wielded considerable power. District councilors were at least mediators, while city councilors were at least leaders of a particular committee. The Republic of Persia had numerous committees, which were non-governmental organizations in various fields. They were tasked with representing the people in communication with the government and businesses. For example, the residents' water committee was considered the most powerful. Persia was a water-scarce country, so water supply was of paramount importance.

Why would the government and businesses take the voice of a NGO like yours seriously? Because the leaders of NGOs are legislators. If you completely ignore them, they'll have no choice but to push for legislation to retaliate. Of course, this has never actually happened; once the sword is drawn, it's useless.

“Layer upon layer, mutually restraining each other, those two really know how to play the game of power,” Ronan said. “That’s why they were able to step down and go about their own business.”

“But the biggest problem remains,” Lu Jianling said. “The current head of state and church leader are their sons-in-law, and they are also young people who followed them decades ago. But what about the next generation? Will they be their sons-in-law again? They will get married in their twenties, but becoming the top leader will be at least decades later. Wouldn’t that make them crown princes? How can we guarantee that there won’t be any mistakes in the decades between?”

Ronan put down his glass. "If the two of them had given up their positions to their sons, it would have become a hereditary system. But if they didn't choose someone close to them, others probably wouldn't agree. They could only choose a son-in-law. But this should be a transition. How the next generation of leaders is chosen is a major issue that determines the future power transfer model of this country. It's certain that it won't be a son-in-law again, otherwise the trouble you mentioned will happen."

Lu Jianling also put down his wine glass. "This day is coming soon. The two of them served for more than 20 years before stepping down, and now these two sons-in-law have been in power for almost 20 years."

"Ha, looks like we're about to witness some history." Ronan smiled, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, hoping his two daughters would manage to pull something off. "Hopefully, there won't be any bloodshed," Lu Jianling said.

After saying that, Lu Jianling got up to pay the bill.

Her concerns were not unfounded. Those in power could see the hope of hereditary succession, so why wouldn't they try to seize it? But if they were to try, bloodshed would likely be inevitable.

Go home.

Today, Lu Jianchao wore a long red dress, sheer pantyhose with a warm, satin-like sheen, and red, low-cut, block-heeled high heels—she was simply irresistible. Her legs, viewed from a distance, didn't appear thick at all; they were long, shapely legs with just the right amount of fullness, and even the calves seemed somewhat slender. They resembled the exaggerated, voluptuous legs in some of the Korean erotic comics Ronan had seen in his past life—legs with full, fleshy thighs and long, straight calves clad in super-long stockings.

These are legs that seem to belong to a species that shouldn't exist in reality.

But reality is even more beautiful, because the texture of real stockings, the hazy, translucent flesh, and the changing sheen are things that comics can't depict.

Ronan couldn't resist lunging forward and hugging Lu Jianling's legs, rubbing his face against them and kissing the legs covered in soft, smooth flesh-colored stockings. But after a few moments, he would let go, sit on the ground, and scan every part of the stockinged legs from bottom to top with his eyes. Lu Jianling would also cooperate by lifting her skirt with both hands, allowing Ronan to see the smooth stockinged insteps peeking out from her high heels, down to her ankles, down to her slender ankles in contrast, and then all the way up, from her calves to the very top, between her legs, where the stockings bound her full, plump mons pubis, encased in white lace panties.

Chapter 1154 Sperm Absorption, Oil, No Sleep Tonight

The following night, Guo Hanlu's turn.

The two had been having intercourse for a long time and were nearing their end.

At this moment, Ronan is on top, his legs spread apart and straight, pushing against the bed, using his waist and abdomen to exert force.

Guo Hanlu faced Luo Nan, her body folded, her slender legs, clad in white stockings, spread apart and turned backward. Luo Nan held her ankles, which were covered in white stockings, and pressed them to either side of her head. Her small, round, fleshy buttocks, wrapped in white stockings, were stretched and stretched thin, with her vulva facing upward.

Ronan's thick, long, and hard penis, pressing against the white stockings, was inserted into the hole, continuously thrusting downwards at an angle.

The crotch and thickened areas of the white stockings were soaked with vaginal fluid, making them even more transparent.

Guo Hanlu's eyes were glazed over, and she kept letting out soft moans and groans as she entered a state of climax.

Ronan gritted his teeth and began his final sprint.

Ronan, with his strong, muscular physique, was pressing down on Guo Hanlu as he fucked her. Her slender body appeared even more delicate and fragile in comparison, as if it might break at any moment under the intense force of the thrusting. "Lulu, you're here," Ronan said in a low voice.

"Oh, give it to me, give it all to me," Guo Hanlu responded instinctively.

Immediately following was an explosive ejaculation, with large gushes of thick semen shooting out.

Immediately, Ronan swiftly pulled out and stepped back.

Guo Hanlu's white silk-clad legs fell limply onto the bed.

Ronan quickly ripped off Guo Hanlu's white pantyhose, crumpling them into a ball. He lifted the ball, still covered in thick semen, with one hand and held it out. Guo Hanlu, kneeling on the bed with her hands supporting her weight, raised her head, her expression extremely lewd, and opened her mouth wide to take the ball of pantyhose into her mouth.

Ronan squeezed hard, and she sucked hard with her mouth, drawing in the thick semen and vaginal fluid that had been trapped between the crotch of the white stockings.

Ronan let go, but Guo Hanlu was still biting the stocking. She squeezed it tightly, then slowly pulled the stocking out, sucking in the remaining semen and vaginal fluid and swallowing it. Only then did she lie down contentedly and collapse onto the bed.

Letting out a long sigh, Ronan sat down next to Guo Hanlu and reached out to caress her. "Feeling better now?"

"Mmm," Guo Hanlu responded softly, "I wish it could be like this every day."

“You’ll get tired of coming here every day,” Ronan laughed.

"I'm not tired of it," Guo Hanlu stubbornly insisted.

“Yes, yes, you’re right, you’re not tired of it.” Ronan shrugged in agreement.

Ronan was clearly just giving a perfunctory answer, but Guo Hanlu still smiled. "Alright, let's get down to business. I've learned quite a bit these past few days." Not long after arriving, Guo Hanlu noticed that there were quite a few banks around, which puzzled her.

The abundance of banks cannot be explained by commercial prosperity alone; there must be frequent financial activity.

But Tehran, the capital of the Persian Republic, doesn't seem like a place with frequent financial activity.

"That's what I thought at first, but then I realized I was completely wrong."

Guo Hanlu said.

There is indeed frequent financial activity here.

Menar and Mushir placed great emphasis on education and encouraged invention. Almost every week, someone would claim to have invented something and then raise funds through the market. Although there were many scams and many that collapsed midway, there were also many wealth myths and stock market investors who made a fortune as a result.

In addition, there is futures trading here, such as for oil.

Although we haven't entered the era of internal combustion engines yet, kerosene has a wide range of uses and a large demand.

“I think they might be planning to overtake us by taking a shortcut and abandon steam power altogether,” Ronan concluded.

In fact, Ronan had told his two daughters about this before he fell into a deep sleep.

Now, the Persian Republic has occupied the Persian Gulf, a high-quality oil-producing region, and its military strength and education level have improved. Everything is in place. What will the two of them do? Need I say more? "If it works out, the country will probably see some improvement," Guo Hanlu said.

After entering the Persian Republic, they did not go directly to the capital. Naturally, they were well aware that most parts of the country were poor, which was determined by geographical factors. Even if the country became rich, the natural conditions were still there and could not be changed, only slightly improved.

She had no feelings for this land, nor any expectations for it. She simply wanted to raise her children together, and of course, she hoped that the country established by Manar and Mushir could become better.

“I hope so,” Ronan said.

the next day.

Ronan didn't go to the library with Lavana; he spent the whole day with Zhao Fu, shopping with her and trying to make her happy.

During their evening walk after dinner, Mrs. Zhao suddenly said, "Actually, you have absolutely no talent for making people happy."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it." Ronan could only respond with a helpless smile. "I'm just not naturally good at pleasing women."

Madam Zhao smiled and covered her mouth, "But the way you look so serious is especially funny."

"That's great." Ronan smiled a little foolishly.

"I'm sorry to have worried you during this time," Madam Zhao said with a hint of apology.